We're on the road again although we haven't driven far, just into the centre of town, Ballerat, supposedly famous for Victorian architecture. I haven't seen much that impressive yet. The rain's just stopped, the blue sky's spreading and the suns warmth quickly drying the streets. The brick paving of the town is hard under my feet and the constant eateries making my stomach rumble. My bowels are shifting and I feel ill at ease, the bustle and smell of the city making me nauseous.
